One thing about me: I have an unusual knack for finding well-preserved dead things in the bush. Like a magnet. It's generally just a good eye for the particular white of sun-bleached bone, but today I was walking through some bracken wondering if I'd find anything and I nearly put my foot through this damp wild sheep skull. It had either been moved very far from the rest of its body, or the other bones were a separate animal. I also found what I think is a fox skull which was sitting on a low ledge by the path under some ferns, like a little gift.


























